–Damon–
She's too alluring today. Too breathtaking. Too dangerous.
I've been trying—really trying—to keep my distance from her ever since the party ended an hour ago, but how the hell am I supposed to resist when Livana keeps glancing at me over our son's head… smiling like she knows exactly what she's doing to me?
Every time her eyes meet mine, something in my chest melts and something lower wakes up.
I shouldn't touch her. I can't touch her… not yet.
The doctor hasn't given the final confirmation and I'm trying—painfully—to wait two more months before I devour her again.
But my self-control is slipping. By the second.
"Liva?" I called out, voice embarrassingly rough around the edges.
"Yes, dear?"
Her voice alone could ruin kingdoms.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Looking like what?" she asked with a sweetness that should be illegal.
"I'm used to your glare and that deadpan look… but this," I gestured down at the traitorous bulge in my boxers, "this is too much."
